LEARN LYRICS

Babe, you're pricey like my Patek
My Patek, my Patek, yeah
I fill your neck with baguette
With baguette, with baguette
All the sports cars at the valet
With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's
The real move and it's not Darell
You're not done, but I wanna make you, yeah
Babe, you're pricey like my Patek
My Patek, yeah
I fill your neck with baguette
With baguette
All the sports cars at the valet
With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's
The real move and it's not Darell
You're not done, but I wanna make you
Wow
Yeah
Follow me
Babe, I blow you up at 150
Millionaire
All the buds on the poster, babe, like Hagrid
I keep no receipt, that's not necessary
We retire your dude like Daddy
For church, I'll split that *ss
Then I get amnesia
That little p*ssy white like Greece
You're like the Bentley that doesn't depreciate
And I get your tag, yeah
Take seven so it tightens
I let him squeeze it like a shackle
Open there and-, with the whip
I always pray, that's why I'm blessed
Babe, you're pricey, that's why you're trouble
Sometimes I'm kinda crazy, but I'm loved
Lito and Polaco, it's that this world is cold
But all cool
I always show up in red like Deadpool
If you were a car you'd have a huge trunk
And if you were a pistol, babe, you'd be full
But all cool
I always show up in red like Deadpool
If you were a car you'd have a huge trunk
I'll take you to Istanbul and then I tell you
Babe, you're pricey like my Patek
My Patek, yeah
I fill your neck with baguette
With baguette
All the sports cars at the valet
With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's
The real move and it's not Darell
You're not done, but I wanna make you, yeah
Babe, you're pricey like my Patek
My Patek, yeah
I fill your neck with baguette
With baguette
All the sports cars at the valet
With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's
The real move and it's not Darell
You're not done, but I wanna make you
They're about twenty
Who knows about watches, gets it
Factory diamonds, ask your people
Though sometimes I rock the Casio like Chente
Yeah, it's f*cked
Yeah, he ran, he ran
Of that CEO *ss
With me that never got cold
Babe, tell him that the kid hacked it for you
Because it's f*cked, it's f*cked, he ran, he ran
With me it never got cold
I put the Le Clique chain on you and your neck got cold
Tell him that the kid hacked it for you
Because, babe, you're pricey like my Patek
My Patek, yeah
I fill your neck with baguette
With baguette
All the sports cars at the valet
With the Louis collection and it's not Pharrell's
The real move and it's not Darell
You're not done, but I wanna make you